I like to be reminded this city survives because of these machines. These machines keep us alive, while other machines are coming to kill us. Interesting, isn’t it? The power to give life, and the power to end it.

To help you, to guide Neo. Now, since the real test for any choice is how we make the same choice again, knowing full well what it might cost, I guess I feel pretty good about that choice, `cause here I am, at it again

I stand before you unafraid. Because I believe something you do not? No. But because I remember. I remember that I am here not because of the path that lies before me… but because of the path that lies behind me.

What you know, you can’t explain. But you can feel it. You’ve felt it your entire life. That there’s something wrong with the world. You don’t know what it is, but it’s there… like a splinter, driving you mad.